“How many times?” The inner slit of his iris burned a brighter gold within the blue as I panted and clutched onto his armored forearm. “Please, Gollaya.” “Tell me.” Leaning his head close to my ear, he whispered, “I believe that you’re a maid, Una, but I will know how many times that blue-winged fuck touched your body.” His fingers brushed closer to my bare sex. I gasped and rose onto my toes, horrified at the sudden rush of heat in my lower belly and the realization that I was equally frightened and aroused.
